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#63 RHP Matt Foster
#49 RHP Kendall Graveman
#31 RHP Liam Hendriks
#45 LHP Garrett Crochet
#39 LHP Aaron Bummer
#46 RHP Craig Kimbrel
#61 RHP Ryan Burr
#17 RHP Joe Kelly
Sheila: Honey, why don’t you leave us how. It’s time for...the adults to talk.
Matt scoffed.
It's the Bullpen, baby.
Matt sighed too.
Matt: Okay, but we shouldn’t talk out here. Let’s talk inside.
Matt: Look, you know I love you right?
Province: Honey, you’re scaring me.
Matt sighed.
Matt: Alright, so you already met my mother, unfortunately.
There was a slight snicker.
Province: Mam, I understand your anger, the pain. But we should discuss this as mature adults, preferably inside.
Sheila: You b*tch! You’re not even in this conversation! You stole my son away from me! You cruel, heartless b*tch. People like you don’t deserve to live in this world! Pathetic. That’s the only word that describes you.
She scoffed. Province, hurt by her words, stayed quiet.
Matt: MOTHER!
Derek: Matt...
There was an uncomfortable laughter.
Matt: Hi Derek. Um...meet my mom, Sheila.